Nub Revisited
5-19-16
Like the crumpled letter left unwritten
Better a skylark for them in three-beat phrases
So malicious and so full of guile
I was being blown faster than a tread and track
I was not disobedient to tomorrow's heavenly vision
As my mission accomplished to lend a hand
Come nub and protuberance
Knob and small lump, the essence
The hope in that I want more
No longer exploited by superstition
Nineteen has no such significance
Looking for Agulnan Davila
Our chronicler of the Indies
With sang-froid
In trying circumstances
Ina voce
I was out of sorts with Fate...
Riposte
5-19-16
Three, two, one
We have liftoff
With sang-froid
Lost away in space
Where millions of hearts are lifted
Unavaricious taking responsibility for my lady friend's lost keys
Still sang-froid in that I have the time for summary riposte
Roll me over in the clover
I seek to become again the rover
'Twas behind the sun panegyric our composition such as this
Three, two, one
We have liftoff....
'64 Penny
5-19-16
Run back home with me
Where I go there to work on Daddy's farm
As a beneficiary our recipient
Saint or sinner
Loser and winner
For our mausoleums
Keep me burning with oil in my lamp
As another traveler come abolition of social inequalities
I got your note as Enola come elaborate praise and laudation
Stand up and sing, this initial flight
Growing our coleus, our flame nettle homespun
Sanctified by faith in me for my sixty-four copper coin....
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